Three colors mixed in a messy coat
A tiny heart like a steady boat
She chased a moth through a broken door
Now she can't find the garden floor
Tangled up in the greenhouse glass
Watching all of the hours pass
Sharp edges cut through the summer air
A little ghost in a crystal snare
Green vines wrap round her shaking paws
The heavy wind brings a winter gauze
She lets out a cry to the empty street
Where the cold concrete and gravel meet
Tangled up in the greenhouse glass
Watching all of the hours pass
Sharp edges cut through the summer air
A little ghost in a crystal snare
The moon is white like a porcelain plate
She's shivering by the rusted gate
A single drop on a jagged pane
Waiting for someone to stop the rain
Tangled up in the greenhouse glass
Watching all of the hours pass
Sharp edges cut through the summer air
A little ghost in a crystal snare
One loud crack in the midnight blue
A heavy boot brings a rescue true
The glass gives way with a sudden sound
And puts her paws on the solid ground
He wrapped her tight in a flannel shirt
Brushed off the grime and the garden dirt
Now she's curled by a coffee pot
Finding the only warm place she got
Tangled up in the greenhouse glass
Watching all of the hours pass
Sharp edges cut through the summer air
A little ghost in a crystal snare
Safe in the grease and the morning light.
Sleep tight, little calico.
Sleep tight.
